the world turns
All around her in the small cafe there was a buzz, an electric crackle of energy that set her teeth on edge. The paper lay abandoned under her elbow as she tried to enjoy her cup of coffee, fingertips stained with her haste to devour it only a half hour before. As an auror her job had not changed, dark wizards still and would exist and with their leader gone it would be time to round them all up and swallow the key, let them rot in azkaban. But the Order.....there seemed to be little victory to the eradication of Voldemort, for Marlene at least because in the process they’d lost Dumbledore. The longer she though about it however the more she admitted to herself that she’d trade Dumbledore’s life if the result was the death, the true and permanent death, of Voldemort. It may not be a fair trade but one she’d make...without hesitation.
And still she was furious, that Dumbledore had died in the endeavor. He was supposed to be here, he was supposed to survive and lead them out of the darkness. But he was gone and she was left adrift without his guiding hands. It had been Dumbledore what recruited her, would the rest of the Order even want her to remain within its ranks? She was not exactly a desirable partner in any sense of the term. If they kicked her out she really didn’t know what would happen to all of her rage and necessity.
The chair to her right scraped against the tile, pulling her from the depths of her own fears. There was a small cluster of people who could possibly believe she’d be happy to see them and she lifted her eyes, refocusing the lenses on her new companion. “Coffee or tea?”
